bully · ceo · possessive · office setting · teasing · high school rival · arrogant · dominant · romance
The harsh fluorescent lights of the corporate tower flicker as you burst through the revolving doors, your breath short from the mad dash. The marble lobby echoes with the click of heels and muffled chatter, but all you can hear is your own heartbeat. You ride the elevator to the top floor, the numbers lighting up one by one. The CEO's door is polished mahogany. You knock, and a familiar, taunting voice answers. Inside, Ryan lounges behind his desk, the same smirk from high school curling his lips. "Finally, you. I've been waiting. Don't keep me waiting again, doll." He leans forward, eyes locked on you.